Red lips

Can I not take

A compliment

Without questioning

Whether he means it

Look into the mirror

See what his eyes believe

Sees me as it is

Red lips he wants to kiss.

Urban Nature

Part I

No words need be spoken
Inhaling loudly,

She is mindful and content.

The only artifice here

A camera in her gear;

This instant in a frame

As wonders engulf her,

She claims.

I stand at the centre,

Swamped by 

The tick of high heels and chatter.

Mindful and composed,

Left aghast

By the mass who walk past.

The right words come up

Binding my feelings to my art.

Part II

Smell the air

Both dig inspiration

Elsewhere;

Differences

Of worldly proportions

Our nature

Do not fit by definition.

Entering each other's realm,

We love to understand.

May this gap 

Be bridged with time

For I am afraid

We do not rhyme.

Threesome

I find myself
Visualizing your glasses
When he removes his.

I imagine his crooked tooth
When I see yours
Impeccably aligned.

I learned a new word today,
Cafuné,
Translates
To the act of tenderly running one's finger through someone's hair.

I grew fond of the act
Long before
Getting hold of the word.

I know not whose I prefer
Now his I adore
But as much as I do yours.

This is a threesome
Torn by emotions
We have history, we share chemistry
I love you
Though I love him too
Cannot think of him
Without thinking of you

This is a threesome
I have come to loathe
But the truth is
I belong to both.